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Shooting Stars (Are Prettier from Afar) 💫

Two vampyres meet on a starlit night.

(this one's got lesbians)

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It was a moonlit night, radiant and unending. To those close enough to appreciate it, it was wondrous. It created an otherworldly web of luster as it landed on the branches surrounding her. And as she perched high upon the canopy, she basked in the radiance of its comforting glow.

Nights like this were an escape. To be in these branches, watching the world pass by below, was as close to the stars as one could get, she thought. It was said that if you were to fly upwards, high into that expanse of the sky, you could reach them, and as such you would reach eternity. Star didn't believe those stories. But still, as she basked in the starlight, she enjoyed their company. She enjoyed the idea that their people of centuries long past were still up there, still watching over them. And if she could choose to believe it, why shouldn't she?

She needed that hope now more than ever. She tried to see it where she could, but sometimes it was hard to come by. She wondered if this was one of those nights, if her brain would choose to simply shut off rather than find it.

It had been a difficult night. She could use some peace and quiet.

Apparently, fate couldn't let that happen.

A flittering came from above, the familiar swoosh of someone landing above her, the creak of the branches under the new weight. She started, and looked up at the newcomer.

"Hey there," the girl said with a grin. She was small, unassuming.

Star blinked, tense. "..Hey."

"Mind if I sit here?"

Yes, Star thought. "Not at all," she said, instead. There was only a moment of silence between them before it was broken.

"Whatcha looking at?" the girl said. Star was starting to regret her actions.

"I'm just looking at the stars."

"What for?" The girl asked, unblinkingly.

"They're... nice?" Star hoped she looked less confused than she felt. The girl continued to stare at her. Star averted her gaze.

"You're.. Midge, right? One of the bloodeaters?" Star said, an uneasy tone slipping into her voice. Though she hadn't meant it to, Midge clearly didn't miss it. She grinned in response.

"Don't worry, I don't bite. Unless you want me to," Midge said, red eyes glittering.

Star flushed. "Ah- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply anything," Star laughed, a nervous lilt to her voice.

"Don't sweat it," Midge assured her. Though her fangs may have looked threatening with another face, Star found them surprisingly endearing. "At least now I know I still got it." Got what? Star wanted to ask. Instead, she just nodded, trying her best to look sympathetic.

Midge tilted her head for a moment, a funny look in her eyes. "...You've never talked to someone outside your tribe, have you?"

Star winced. "Is it that obvious?"

Midge shrugged in response. "I dunno. I could just be wicked perceptive. Pretty unlucky for you, huh?"

"I don't know how anyone does this," Star muttered. Midge shrugged again. Helpful, Star thought. "They just started letting me go out on my own, but I still feel like I'm not ready.."

"Really? I've been going out on my own forever. Guess that's just a fruity thing."

"What?" Star frowned.

"Fruity? Do you not call yourselves that?"

"No," Star said. Either way, it wasn't what she had been asking. "The other thing. What do you mean?"

"Huh? I've been going out on my own forever? Doesn't get much more complicated than that," Midge shrugged.

"I thought that your tribe did it the same. That's what they always told us," Star probed, pushing aside her frustration.

Midge giggled, to Star's dismay. "Why'd you think that? We can defend ourselves, y'know. You guys are just different," she offered. "Though, I'm surprised. I thought they told you that we all go out at night hunting you down-"

"They do not!" Star protested, face red.

"Right, so that reaction to seeing me was completely and entirely unrelated to any previous information?" Midge raised a brow.

Star winced. "Well... maybe not completely.."

"Told ya. You should listen to me more. I'm usually right about these things."

"You're quite a joy to have around, aren't you?" Star muttered.

Midge hopped down to her level. "Well, I can talk about something else, if you'd prefer. What was your thing? Cloud-watching?"

"Stargazing? It's.. night?"

Midge shrugged. "Pi-taya pit-aya. Come on, tell me about it. Walk me through your process, will you?"

Star frowned, thinking. "Well, there's not really a "process." I just look at them..." she trailed off at Midge's unimpressed expression. "What?"

"Well, it's just... You gotta put some zeal in it," she said, gesturing as if trying to demonstrate exactly how to 'put some zeal in it.' "I thought you were passionate about this."

"I never said that. And if you don't like my description, you can always leave."

"Yeah, but that wouldn't be any fun, would it? Ooh, I can see just see the passion burning in your eyes," Midge drawled. "Come on, try again. But make it interesting this time. I can only take so much. Tell me what you see. Not just what's there, what you see."

Star rolled her eyes, but looked up at the sky again. "I see.. stars."

"Good start," Midge remarked. Star ignored her.

"There's.. the wings of Ptera, up to the left of the moon. Those two lines curving away from it, you see? And- and her mouth to the right of it - those little dots are her children. Um, it's complicated." Midge nodded sagely, tilting her head. "And there.. that's where our village's founder lies, right at the tip of that pine tree, you see? She watches over us, and if she meets the precipice of our village's tower, she promises a bountiful harvest." Midge motioned for her to go on as Star glanced at her.

"And.. during the night - these bright nights like this - the leaves look silver in the moonlight. It's like they become the light itself, reaching out, all shadows erased by its glow. It's almost ethereal. And being among these branches makes me feel like.. I'm above it all. Like the mundaneness of life slips away, and for a moment there's just you and the whole forest breathing. It's so quiet that you can almost hear it, if you listen. The sound of the trees swallowing the wind, rustling with the breeze. Every gust is like another breath of life into the forest. Sometimes I stay out here until sunup, just staring at that lake in the distance. It's.. a good vantage point, because when the moon reaches its peak, the water shimmers like the whole lake is turning to moonlight." Her voice had become quiet. And when she spoke again, she sounded almost mournful.

"And... when the sky turns pink, it almost looks like the whole world is rising. Like there was no one else in the world but you, everything left untouched until that moment. And the whole forest holds its breath. But then everything starts breathing again, and the world keeps turning without you."

Star shrugged. "I know that's silly, but-"

"I think it's beautiful," Midge said. Star blinked at her, surprised.

"Really?"

"Yeah! It's like you've got your own little world up here. I mean, I never really looked at it that way, but you make it sound.. well, otherworldly." She smiled, and Star found herself smiling back.

"Thanks. I think you'd be the only one who thinks that," Star muttered.

"They must be dumbasses, then."

"Midge! You can't.. say that," Star muttered.

"Fine, then they're just jealous! You've got something special, and it's all yours. Not your fault they can't see it."

"...Thanks." Star considered her. "And.. it's yours too now, if you want it."

Midge blinked. "Really? Are you sure about that? I thought it was your special place." She said, like it was a joke, though there was an uncharacteristic waver to her voice- from what Star had seen, at least.

Star shrugged. "I.. wouldn't mind letting you in."

Midge looked at her, as if for the first time. "Well. That's good to know."

Star nodded.

"...Thanks for the offer, by the way."

Star smiled, a crinkle of amusement at the corners of her eyes. "Don't sweat it."

Henris and Thatcher warm-up oneshot

I wrote this over a couple days and can't think of anything else to add to it but it was still a very good exercise to play around with their hate-y friendship thing

hope you enjoy it!!!!

A melancholy sigh washed over Henris as he laid on the carpet of the communal apartment atop the bar. It was quiet up there that particular night so no one was there to witness his usual pity party shenanigans. His favourite leatherback sketchbook sat at his fingertips, flat on the floor. He ran his fingers across the subtle indented pattern on the front cover, thinking of his purpose, what he wanted to be, what he wanted to do…and what he was. He rolled onto his back with another sigh.

“I should’ve been an artist..” he muttered to himself. He wished the dream he had of painting his days away and living peacefully were as alive as they were when he dropped out of high school and bought a canvas with his dads money. He wished that leatherback sketchbook beside him would beckon and beg for him to draw in it at least once a day but alas it sat still, as depressed, purposeless and worthless as its owner.

A set of footsteps could be heard ascending the stairs to the apartment, making Henris scramble to his feet and sit on the couch. Rule no.1 of a leader, never let your guard down. His eyes would join with the lense filtered pupils of their medic, Dr Thatcher. Perhaps he was trying too hard to look natural and was staring too intently because yes, she did notice. 

“What’s with the look?” she asked “is there something in my hair?” she continued across the room, removing a book from the shelf.

“No,” Henris replied sharply “you were just in my line of sight, okay? Not everythings gotta be about you”

“Well aren't you just a ray of sunshine tonight.” Thatcher sarcastically rebutted “and for future reference it’s ‘not everything has to be about you’ ” she laughed and muttered, “goodness, sometimes I swear you didn’t even attend elementary..” 

Henris frowned. He hadn’t. 

“Anyways, what are you doing up here all alone? I thought you would’ve been spending time wi- ooh what’s that??” she interrupted her own thoughts as she noticed the sketchbook on the carpet, reaching for it. Henris had grabbed it out of her reach before she even had a chance of snatching it up.

“NO” Henris loudly commanded, “this isn’t for you to look through, missy, so don’t even think about it!” 

Thatcher scoffed “aww, what is it? Your diawy?? Adorable” she sat down on the couch now behind henris with a smug sigh “y’know, for a grown man you’re awfully childish over things like, what is that, a sketchbook?” she stated as she observed the book he was holding to his chest closer, recognising the paper as that of drawing paper “I mean really, get over yourself. You can’t be all confident and powerful but get all fussy about a few drawings…” they held tense eye contact for some time after she finished, before Henris huffed and threw the book at her.

“Fine.” he caved. “you’re lucky I tolerate you” he continued to fester as she flicked through the pages of his sketchbook, feeling like parts were being gouged out of his dignity with every page she turned. God, she was good at getting him to cave. Too good.

“Wow…these are really good” she murmured in awe “when did you do these?”

“Just like…over the months or so…” he really didn’t like people knowing about his hobbies, especially someone as inclined to tease him as thatcher. He couldn’t tell if she really did like his art or not, her face and tone was unreadable to him. “It passes the time, gives me something to do…”

“I didn't know  you were such a good artist..” she complimented as she studied the sketches on the page. Henris sighed with agitation at this, used to her constant berating and mean-spirited comments towards him and thinking this was yet another elaborate joke to hurt his feelings about something he's passionate about. 

“You don't have to be such an ass all the time, Riley” he snapped, just wanting to be left alone at this point. She looked up at him, confused and a little hurt. 

“I'm being serious” 

“Really?”

“Yeah! These are really good!” She assured “I'm not taking the piss, I just like your art. Where did you do lessons?” 

“Oh, no, I didn't take any type of special lessons or such” He brushed off “I mainly learned art in school and off one of the maids who lived with us” great, now he was opening up about his childhood. “I used to think about trying to make a living off of it but..y'know..” 

“Yeahh” Thatcher laughed “would be quite the career change if you tried again nowadays” they both laughed together at this, thinking of the prospect of an underground crime organisation getting found out because their ringleader wanted to express himself.  “Can you imagine-” Henris started, already laughing “can you imagine the cops being called on an art show??” they both cracked up in hysterics at this. they have a weird sense of humour that only the two of them really get y'know?